The Night of The Senses BDSM anthology is now available from Total-E-Bound for just $6.22

And you get not just one sexy sense but six written by some of the hottest erotic Authors out there including yours truly.

My Story for the anthology focuses on Scent and it’s called
Vanilla Spice here’s the blurb:

Chocolate, cakes and domination, what more could a girl want?

Emma hadn’t stepped out of her flat in six months. When she did it was the smell of a local patisserie that lured her down the street. Every day she walked to Jacques to admire the cakes and enjoy their scent, then she discovered Jack.

Jack, the patisserie owner and baker is just the dominant, commanding man she wants, but can she learn to accept her submissive nature? Will she indulge her appetite for sexual spice and ignore her good girl guilt or will she resist the temptation and regret it forever?

To celebrate Night of the Senses being released there will be a series of interviews with the awesome authors of the anthology for you to read here starting with, you guessed it, me!

And since my story concentrates on Scent, here are some smelly questions and answers!

What Perfume do you wear, Victoria?

I wear Be Delicious by DKNY. I love those light, fruity scents that are fresh and zingy, they lift my mood.

Do you have an unusual scents that you love?

Tar, I really love the smell when people are resurfacing the street. That deep, dark heavy tar smell really comforts me for some strange reason.

What is your favourite food scent?

Oh now, I should know myself well enough by now to know that I can’t answer this question with one single scent.

I love the smell of roasting parsnips, the scent of cinnamon especially when hot in biscuits and cakes. I love the zingy citrus scents and vanilla.
Cardamom is tempting as is beef roasting or a steak cooking on the grill.

I love the smell of food, I think it’s very important that a meal smells as well as looks and tasts tasty!

Okay, the other side of the coin now, what scents make you ill?

I hate the smell of marmite and vegemite is even worse. My mum insists on gargling with TCP when she has a sore throat and I can’t stand it. Strong garlic odours that linger in the kitchen drive me wild and that smell over over cooked cabbage is enough to turn my stomach. And Cigarette smoke, that has to be my number 1 offensive smell mostly because I am asthmatic and it sets me off coughing if i smell it.

Share some of your scent based memories

My mum has inherited a welsh dresser from my Nanna and every time I open a draw I am taken back to being a little girl in my Nanna’s back room preparing for our big Saturday afternoon meal.

Another one related ot my Nanna and grandad is the scent that rises from the mix I do for my christmas pudding. We always used to have a stir each when Nanna made her Christmas puddings when we were little.

I won’t go so far as to thank myself for answering my questions but i will thank you for reading!

Hello readers. Making it Real is up for the Best Book of the Week poll at Whipped Cream reviews and I really would appreciate your votes!

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Thank you! Here’s a little Making it Real Snippet for you to enjoy.

“I was intrigued to find he was significantly younger than the thirty years stated in the forum name. He’d stumbled across the forum while researching something for his latest company. He was a whiz kid, a successful businessman and a sharp debater; my complete opposite. I waited tables in a local café to make ends meet whilst I pretended to have a career in writing. I was getting stories published, but I wasn’t challenging JK Rowling is the sales stakes.

I couldn’t get the guy out of my mind and, as we’d barely interacted, it was kind of worrying. I logged off the internet and attempted to concentrate on the novel I was working on at the time. As I tapped away at my laptop keys I found myself placing William’s features on the character I was writing. The scene twisted into something completely unsuitable for a non-erotic historical romance.

“Why Sir, you flatter me.” She giggled and hid behind her fan.
“But you are the most beautiful and desirous female here.” he replied, his dark, almost black eyes fixing her in their gaze. “I want you, Mary and I want you now. Right here on this dining table. Push away the cutlery, candlesticks and napkins and lie down for me, whilst I undo all your layers and bury my face in the sweet musky smell of your muff.”

“Snap out of it!” I yelled out loud. I highlighted and deleted the erotic paragraph. I stared at the blank space for a good fifteen minutes before I gave up, switched off and went to bed. He was in my mind even as I lay under the heavy duvet. Each time I closed my eyes I saw that big, knowing smile. What does he know? I wondered and imagined he knew I was there, lying naked in my bed.”

You can Pick up Making it Real at Phaze for just $5, it’s my first nearly-novel length work of fiction and a great read for this time of year!

On the 23rd February Night of the Senses will be released from Total-E-Bound. It contains lots of sensory delights, packed full of BDSM stories – one story for each sense: sight, smell, taste, touch, hearing, and extra-sensory!

I am honoured to have a story in this anthology with these other awesome authors:Desiree Holt, Sierra Cartwright, Ashley Ladd, Jessica Jarman and Kim Dare!

My story is all about the sense of smell and is called Vanilla Spice.

Chocolate, cakes and domination, what more could a girl want?

Jack, the patisserie owner and baker is just the dominant, commanding man she wants, but can she learn to accept her submissive nature? Will she indulge her appetite for sexual spice and ignore her good girl guilt or will she resist the temptation and regret it forever?

And here is an exclusive sneak peek just for you.

He took my hand as he walked past. For him it seemed a natural action. For me, it felt like he was claiming me, marking me as his. His fingers were long and hard, and they gripped mine fiercely but with a tenderness that took my breath away. We walked together around the back of the displays and into the kitchen. He led. I followed. I enjoyed his touch and discovered his deep musky smell. It was nothing pretentious, not aftershave or expensive product. It was just a suggestion of a fresh soap like scent with a hint of lemon and something more exotic.

“This is my sanctuary,” he announced as we walked into the large, industrial kitchen. In the middle was a large, wooden table with thick legs and a worn top, all around the walls were ovens and hobs, stainless steel sides and a big, huge sink. “This is my pride and joy.”

“It’s amazing,” I gasped, awed by its size and humbled by its homeliness. I knew this was an intimate place for him, and he would not invite just anyone into his kitchen. It felt as if I had been granted access to his innermost being, even more intimate than being invited into his bedroom. I felt slightly uncomfortable with the new step in our budding relationship. I struggled not to show it.

“I love this table.” I ran my hand along the warm, soft edge. I felt the undulation of the time worn grain beneath my fingers, the varnish light and the table obviously antique.

Just as I contemplated asking about its history, my hand slipped, knocking a silver bowl with a clang and spilling the contents all over the table.

“Oh, hell, I’m sorry.” The unctuous, shiny chocolate goodness oozed across the clean top and made an awful lake of gooey mess. The warm, embracing scent filled the air and made me long to taste it. “Let me clean it up. Have you got something I can use?”

“Yes,” he said, removing the silver bowl from the tabletop. “Your tongue. You can lick it up.”

I looked at him. He wasn’t joking. His face was set. It was a command, yet I saw a glint of amusement in the green depths of his eyes. He was playing with me. “Hang on, though. I don’t want you to get that beautiful top messy.” He turned me to face him, his hands on my hips. He lifted my top, and I raised my arms so he could pull it off completely. I don’t know why I did let him undress me like that. Maybe it hadn’t been fear beating in my chest but arousal.

“Oh, wow, that is a beautiful bra,” he whispered as I lowered my arms. “We better remove that, too.”

“But,” I started to protest but he fixed me with his stern gaze, and I bit my lip to keep quiet. My breasts are big, round, and soft, but they are not perky. I held my breath as he walked behind me and unclasped the hook, then slid the straps down my arms. His strong hands aroused every spot of skin they skimmed over. My breasts dropped to their more natural positions, their artificial perkiness removed. When he stood before me and devoured me with his eyes, I did not detect a single note of disappointment. I straightened my back and pressed out my chest. I enjoyed the objectification of his stare.

“Now clean up the mess you made. Come on. I haven’t got all day.”

Keep an eye out for more excerpts all this week up until release day on Monday!

Welcome Jamie Hill to the interview chair today as she has a free read available over at Phaze today!


Introduce yourself and your story,please.
Hey everyone, author Jamie Hill here. I’d like to thank Victoria for featuring me on her website today. For those who don’t know me, I write contemporary erotic romance with happy endings. The genres vary from heterosexual to gay to lesbian. I’ve always felt that love is love and hot sex is hot sex, no matter who’s involved.

I’ve written straight contemporary, paranormal with ghosts and shape shifters (cougars, bears and wolves), D/s, BDSM and horror.
Wander around my website to discover what other kooky things my imagination has conjured up.

Erotic fiction that’s “Simply Irresistible”
www.jamiehill.biz

My Phaze freebie is called Valentine’s Trouble and revisits Adrian and Graham from my number one bestseller Nothing But Trouble.

Do you have plans for Valentine’s Day?

Dinner and a movie with my husband. Perhaps a little chocolate. Who could ask for anything more?

Do you have a quote or poem about love that you particularly like?

Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke ~ Lynda Barry

What is the most romantic thing you have ever done?

Not romantic in a sizzling, sexy way, but I’d have to say taking care of my husband when he was seriously ill last year. Being there for him day after day, doing the small things, was the best way to show true love. Now, he’s romancing me when he cooks dinner and cleans up the kitchen after a long day, because he knows I really don’t want to!

Share with us one of your favourite romance moments from one of your
stories.

One of the first stories I ever wrote was Head Over Heels, a novella available from Phaze. It’s the story of school teacher Catlin McCall and handsome single father Steve Naughton. Here’s a short excerpt from their first date, one of my favorite romantic moments!

They danced to several fast songs, and when the music changed again, it was slow. Steve pulled Catlin into his arms and whispered, “Hello there.”
She smiled and slipped her arms around his neck. Their hips met and she felt his erection spring back to life. They danced without speaking until the song ended. Reluctantly, she pulled away and looked at him. “It’s getting late.”
He nodded, touched her chin, and led her back to their table. As she gathered her things, he paid the bill and they headed out.
In the car, she fumbled in the dark for her seat belt. Steve found it for her, and clasped it shut. Their hands touched, and slowly intertwined. He drove back to her house, never letting go of her hand.
“This car is very comfortable,” she commented, for lack of anything else to say.
“Not bad,” Steve smiled as he pulled into her driveway. With a quick squeeze to her hand, he released her and got out to open her door.
On the stoop, he held his hand out. “Keys?”
She got them from her purse and hesitated. “I’d ask you in, but…”
“I know..” He touched her cheek. “But I wouldn’t want to leave. No, I’ll just unlock your door.”
She smiled and gave him the keys.
Steve unlocked the door, and turned to face her.
“I had a wonderful time tonight,” she said quietly.
He reached for her and pulled her close. “So did I.”
Before he could kiss her, Catlin whispered, “Steve—I’m afraid.”
He stopped, and rubbed his nose against hers. “Afraid of what, beautiful?”
She looked down, but he gently lifted her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. “I’m afraid I could really fall for you. I’m afraid that once you start kissing me, I’ll never want you to stop.”
He put a finger to her lips. “Shh,” he whispered, pulling her face to his. “That’s actually what I hoped for.” His mouth was warm and inviting as he pressed his lips on hers.

Copyright © 2009 Jamie Hill
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Thanks again for having me Victoria, and Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!

~ Jamie